When I was a kid, I used to think that every time you blinked, you were taking a mental picture, that got stored up somewhere. And then, when you died, you saw a slideshow of all of the ‘pictures’ your mind took whenever you blinked.

doo-dle-ee-do:

I still blink a lot whenever I see something I think is pretty.

(Source: click-bang-boom, via 4rsonist)